near the end of my seventh grade year i met this boy. i also found out that he wasnt born a boy. i talked to him more and noticed he was going through the same thing i was. the same discomfort with my body, my voice, name. how i didnt feel like i was my own person. he gave me a term for the feelings i felt. he taught me transgender.
I pondered on this thought for the rest of the week and i had him and a few other friends call me by male pronouns and by the name of Chase. it felt euphoric. ive never felt so right then i have when they used that name. my name.
i looked to my friend matt while i was in geometry and i looked at him with a questioning stare. he nodded and i went up to the teacher "excuse me sir, can you please call me chase" a spoke quietly and fiddled with my fingers. he smiled and nodded "okay chase" he spoke optimistically and i went back to my seat. i smiled at matt and he smiled back "how'd it go" he asked and i nodded excitedly. that was the beginning of my transition. if only i knew then that it would be one hell of a struggle.
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